Down in the forest, there is a tree.
What's left of one, anyway.
The Nemeton calls another supernatural creature to its town.
The blood that drips onto it forms a circle.
Can he convert sunlight into food? Can he cause arbitrary chemical reactions? Can he turn himself into solid gold just for kicks?
"I'm sorry about how we met, Ellie," says the deputy.
"I don't usually do that kind of thing."
No. Sort of, he can make arbitrary chemicals. No, but he could turn his skin to gold.
"I can't actually seat six. Ellie, do you mind flying while the rest of us drive?"
"It would be faster if she could take us to the woods, but I understand if you don't want to ferry people back and forth."
Shrug.
The four of them are very grateful for the fairy taxi.
He attempts to commune with the tree.
After a few minutes, he sighs.
"Sorry. Go ahead."